Chapter II

Little Lord Fauntleroy

by Francis Hodgson Burnett

There was never a more amazed little boy than Cedric during the
week that followed; there was never so strange or so unreal a week.
In the first place, the story his mamma told him was a very curious
one. He was obliged to hear it two or three times before he could
understand it. He could not imagine what Mr. Hobbs would think of
it. It began with earls: his grandpapa, whom he had never seen, was
an earl; and his eldest uncle, if he had not been killed by a fall
from his horse, would have been an earl, too, in time; and after his
death, his other uncle would have been an earl, if he had not died
suddenly, in Rome, of a fever. After that, his own papa, if he had
lived, would have been an earl, but, since they all had died and only
Cedric was left, it appeared that he was to be an earl after his
grandpapa's death--and for the present he was Lord Fauntleroy.

He turned quite pale when he was first told of it.

"Oh! Dearest!" he said, "I should rather not be an earl. None
of the boys are earls. Can't I not be one?"

But it seemed to be unavoidable. And when, that evening, they
sat together by the open window looking out into the shabby street,
he and his mother had a long talk about it. Cedric sat on his
footstool, clasping one knee in his favorite attitude and wearing a
bewildered little face rather red from the exertion of thinking. His
grandfather had sent for him to come to England, and his mamma
thought he must go.

"Because," she said, looking out of the window with sorrowful
eyes, "I know your papa would wish it to be so, Ceddie. He loved his
home very much; and there are many things to be thought of that a
little boy can't quite understand. I should be a selfish little
mother if I did not send you. When you are a man, you will see
why."

Ceddie shook his head mournfully.

"I shall be very sorry to leave Mr. Hobbs," he said. "I'm
afraid he'll miss me, and I shall miss him. And I shall miss them
all."

When Mr. Havisham--who was the family lawyer of the Earl of
Dorincourt, and who had been sent by him to bring Lord Fauntleroy to
England--came the next day, Cedric heard many things. But, somehow,
it did not console him to hear that he was to be a very rich man when
he grew up, and that he would have castles here and castles there,
and great parks and deep mines and grand estates and tenantry. He
was troubled about his friend, Mr. Hobbs, and he went to see him at
the store soon after breakfast, in great anxiety of mind.

He found him reading the morning paper, and he approached him
with a grave demeanor. He really felt it would be a great shock to
Mr. Hobbs to hear what had befallen him, and on his way to the store
he had been thinking how it would be best to break the news.

"Hello!" said Mr. Hobbs. "Mornin'!"

"Good-morning," said Cedric.

He did not climb up on the high stool as usual, but sat down on
a cracker-box and clasped his knee, and was so silent for a few
moments that Mr. Hobbs finally looked up inquiringly over the top of
his newspaper.

"Hello!" he said again.

Cedric gathered all his strength of mind together.

"Mr. Hobbs," he said, "do you remember what we were talking
about yesterday morning?"

"Well," replied Mr. Hobbs,--"seems to me it was England."

"Yes," said Cedric; "but just when Mary came for me, you
know?"

Mr. Hobbs rubbed the back of his head.

"We was mentioning Queen Victoria and the aristocracy."

"Yes," said Cedric, rather hesitatingly, "and--and earls; don't
you know?"

"Why, yes," returned Mr. Hobbs; "we did touch 'em up a little;
that's so!"

Cedric flushed up to the curly bang on his forehead. Nothing so
embarrassing as this had ever happened to him in his life. He was a
little afraid that it might be a trifle embarrassing to Mr. Hobbs,
too.

"You said," he proceeded, "that you wouldn't have them sitting
'round on your cracker-barrels."

"So I did!" returned Mr. Hobbs, stoutly. "And I meant it. Let
'em try it--that's all!"

"Mr. Hobbs," said Cedric, "one is sitting on this box now!"

Mr. Hobbs almost jumped out of his chair.

"What!" he exclaimed.

"Yes," Cedric announced, with due modesty; "_I_ am one--or I am
going to be. I won't deceive you."

Mr. Hobbs looked agitated. He rose up suddenly and went to look
at the thermometer.

"The mercury's got into your head!" he exclaimed, turning back
to examine his young friend's countenance. "It is a hot day! How do
you feel? Got any pain? When did you begin to feel that way?"

He put his big hand on the little boy's hair. This was more
embarrassing than ever.

"Thank you," said Ceddie; "I'm all right. There is nothing the
matter with my head. I'm sorry to say it's true, Mr. Hobbs. That
was what Mary came to take me home for. Mr. Havisham was telling my
mamma, and he is a lawyer."

Mr. Hobbs sank into his chair and mopped his forehead with his
handkerchief.

"One of us has got a sunstroke!" he exclaimed.

"No," returned Cedric, "we haven't. We shall have to make the
best of it, Mr. Hobbs. Mr. Havisham came all the way from England to
tell us about it. My grandpapa sent him."

Mr. Hobbs stared wildly at the innocent, serious little face
before him.

"Who is your grandfather?" he asked.

Cedric put his hand in his pocket and carefully drew out a piece
of paper, on which something was written in his own round, irregular
hand.

"I couldn't easily remember it, so I wrote it down on this," he
said. And he read aloud slowly: "`John Arthur Molyneux Errol, Earl
of Dorincourt.' That is his name, and he lives in a castle--in two or
three castles, I think. And my papa, who died, was his youngest son;
and I shouldn't have been a lord or an earl if my papa hadn't died;
and my papa wouldn't have been an earl if his two brothers hadn't
died. But they all died, and there is no one but me,--no boy,--and
so I have to be one; and my grandpapa has sent for me to come to
England."

Mr. Hobbs seemed to grow hotter and hotter. He mopped his
forehead and his bald spot and breathed hard. He began to see that
something very remarkable had happened; but when he looked at the
little boy sitting on the cracker-box, with the innocent, anxious
expression in his childish eyes, and saw that he was not changed at
all, but was simply as he had been the day before, just a handsome,
cheerful, brave little fellow in a blue suit and red neck-ribbon, all
this information about the nobility bewildered him. He was all the
more bewildered because Cedric gave it with such ingenuous
simplicity, and plainly without realizing himself how stupendous it
was.

"Wha--what did you say your name was?" Mr. Hobbs inquired.

"It's Cedric Errol, Lord Fauntleroy," answered Cedric. "That
was what Mr. Havisham called me. He said when I went into the room:
`And so this is little Lord Fauntleroy!'"

"Well," said Mr. Hobbs, "I'll be--jiggered!"

This was an exclamation he always used when he was very much
astonished or excited. He could think of nothing else to say just at
that puzzling moment.

Cedric felt it to be quite a proper and suitable ejaculation.
His respect and affection for Mr. Hobbs were so great that he admired
and approved of all his remarks. He had not seen enough of society
as yet to make him realize that sometimes Mr. Hobbs was not quite
conventional. He knew, of course, that he was different from his
mamma, but, then, his mamma was a lady, and he had an idea that
ladies were always different from gentlemen.

He looked at Mr. Hobbs wistfully.

"England is a long way off, isn't it?" he asked.

"It's across the Atlantic Ocean," Mr. Hobbs answered.

"That's the worst of it," said Cedric. "Perhaps I shall not see
you again for a long time. I don't like to think of that, Mr.
Hobbs."

"The best of friends must part," said Mr. Hobbs.

"Well," said Cedric, "we have been friends for a great many
years, haven't we?"

"Ever since you was born," Mr. Hobbs answered. "You was about
six weeks old when you was first walked out on this street."

"Ah," remarked Cedric, with a sigh, "I never thought I should
have to be an earl then!"

"You think," said Mr. Hobbs, "there's no getting out of it?"

"I'm afraid not," answered Cedric. "My mamma says that my papa
would wish me to do it. But if I have to be an earl, there's one
thing I can do: I can try to be a good one. I'm not going to be a
tyrant. And if there is ever to be another war with America, I shall
try to stop it."

His conversation with Mr. Hobbs was a long and serious one.
Once having got over the first shock, Mr. Hobbs was not so rancorous
as might have been expected; he endeavored to resign himself to the
situation, and before the interview was at an end he had asked a
great many questions. As Cedric could answer but few of them, he
endeavored to answer them himself, and, being fairly launched on the
subject of earls and marquises and lordly estates, explained many
things in a way which would probably have astonished Mr. Havisham,
could that gentleman have heard it.

But then there were many things which astonished Mr. Havisham.
He had spent all his life in England, and was not accustomed to
American people and American habits. He had been connected
professionally with the family of the Earl of Dorincourt for nearly
forty years, and he knew all about its grand estates and its great
wealth and importance; and, in a cold, business-like way, he felt an
interest in this little boy, who, in the future, was to be the master
and owner of them all,--the future Earl of Dorincourt. He had known
all about the old Earl's disappointment in his elder sons and all
about his fierce rage at Captain Cedric's American marriage, and he
knew how he still hated the gentle little widow and would not speak
of her except with bitter and cruel words. He insisted that she was
only a common American girl, who had entrapped his son into marrying
her because she knew he was an earl's son. The old lawyer himself
had more than half believed this was all true. He had seen a great
many selfish, mercenary people in his life, and he had not a good
opinion of Americans. When he had been driven into the cheap street,
and his coupe had stopped before the cheap, small house, he had felt
actually shocked. It seemed really quite dreadful to think that the
future owner of Dorincourt Castle and Wyndham Towers and Chorlworth,
and all the other stately splendors, should have been born and
brought up in an insignificant house in a street with a sort of
green-grocery at the corner. He wondered what kind of a child he
would be, and what kind of a mother he had. He rather shrank from
seeing them both. He had a sort of pride in the noble family whose
legal affairs he had conducted so long, and it would have annoyed him
very much to have found himself obliged to manage a woman who would
seem to him a vulgar, money-loving person, with no respect for her
dead husband's country and the dignity of his name. It was a very
old name and a very splendid one, and Mr. Havisham had a great
respect for it himself, though he was only a cold, keen,
business-like old lawyer.

When Mary handed him into the small parlor, he looked around it
critically. It was plainly furnished, but it had a home-like look;
there were no cheap, common ornaments, and no cheap, gaudy pictures;
the few adornments on the walls were in good taste. and about the
room were many pretty things which a woman's hand might have made.

"Not at all bad so far," he had said to himself; "but perhaps
the Captain's taste predominated." But when Mrs. Errol came into the
room, he began to think she herself might have had something to do
with it. If he had not been quite a self-contained and stiff old
gentleman, he would probably have started when he saw her. She
looked, in the simple black dress, fitting closely to her slender
figure, more like a young girl than the mother of a boy of seven.
She had a pretty, sorrowful, young face, and a very tender, innocent
look in her large brown eyes,--the sorrowful look that had never
quite left her face since her husband had died. Cedric was used to
seeing it there; the only times he had ever seen it fade out had been
when he was playing with her or talking to her, and had said some
old-fashioned thing, or used some long word he had picked up out of
the newspapers or in his conversations with Mr. Hobbs. He was fond
of using long words, and he was always pleased when they made her
laugh, though he could not understand why they were laughable; they
were quite serious matters with him. The lawyer's experience taught
him to read people's characters very shrewdly, and as soon as he saw
Cedric's mother he knew that the old Earl had made a great mistake in
thinking her a vulgar, mercenary woman. Mr. Havisham had never been
married, he had never even been in love, but he divined that this
pretty young creature with the sweet voice and sad eyes had married
Captain Errol only because she loved him with all her affectionate
heart, and that she had never once thought it an advantage that he
was an earl's son. And he saw he should have no trouble with her,
and he began to feel that perhaps little Lord Fauntleroy might not be
such a trial to his noble family, after all. The Captain had been a
handsome fellow, and the young mother was very pretty, and perhaps
the boy might be well enough to look at.

When he first told Mrs. Errol what he had come for, she turned
very pale.

"Oh!" she said; "will he have to be taken away from me? We love
each other so much! He is such a happiness to me! He is all I have.
I have tried to be a good mother to him." And her sweet young voice
trembled, and the tears rushed into her eyes. "You do not know what
he has been to me!" she said.

The lawyer cleared his throat.

"I am obliged to tell you," he said, "that the Earl of
Dorincourt is not--is not very friendly toward you. He is an old
man, and his prejudices are very strong. He has always especially
disliked America and Americans, and was very much enraged by his
son's marriage. I am sorry to be the bearer of so unpleasant a
communication, but he is very fixed in his determination not to see
you. His plan is that Lord Fauntleroy shall be educated under his
own supervision; that he shall live with him. The Earl is attached
to Dorincourt Castle, and spends a great deal of time there. He is a
victim to inflammatory gout, and is not fond of London. Lord
Fauntleroy will, therefore, be likely to live chiefly at Dorincourt.
The Earl offers you as a home Court Lodge, which is situated
pleasantly, and is not very far from the castle. He also offers you
a suitable income. Lord Fauntleroy will be permitted to visit you;
the only stipulation is, that you shall not visit him or enter the
park gates. You see you will not be really separated from your son,
and I assure you, madam, the terms are not so harsh as--as they might
have been. The advantage of such surroundings and education as Lord
Fauntleroy will have, I am sure you must see, will be very great."

He felt a little uneasy lest she should begin to cry or make a
scene, as he knew some women would have done. It embarrassed and
annoyed him to see women cry.

But she did not. She went to the window and stood with her face
turned away for a few moments, and he saw she was trying to steady
herself.

"Captain Errol was very fond of Dorincourt," she said at last.
"He loved England, and everything English. It was always a grief to
him that he was parted from his home. He was proud of his home, and
of his name. He would wish--I know he would wish that his son should
know the beautiful old places, and be brought up in such a way as
would be suitable to his future position."

Then she came back to the table and stood looking up at Mr.
Havisham very gently.

"My husband would wish it," she said. "It will be best for my
little boy. I know--I am sure the Earl would not be so unkind as to
try to teach him not to love me; and I know--even if he tried--that
my little boy is too much like his father to be harmed. He has a
warm, faithful nature, and a true heart. He would love me even if he
did not see me; and so long as we may see each other, I ought not to
suffer very much."

"She thinks very little of herself," the lawyer thought. "She
does not make any terms for herself."

"Madam," he said aloud, "I respect your consideration for your
son. He will thank you for it when he is a man. I assure you Lord
Fauntleroy will be most carefully guarded, and every effort will be
used to insure his happiness. The Earl of Dorincourt will be as
anxious for his comfort and well-being as you yourself could be."

"I hope," said the tender little mother, in a rather broken
voice, "that his grandfather will love Ceddie. The little boy has a
very affectionate nature; and he has always been loved."

Mr. Havisham cleared his throat again. He could not quite
imagine the gouty, fiery-tempered old Earl loving any one very much;
but he knew it would be to his interest to be kind, in his irritable
way, to the child who was to be his heir. He knew, too, that if
Ceddie were at all a credit to his name, his grandfather would be
proud of him.

"Lord Fauntleroy will be comfortable, I am sure," he replied.
"It was with a view to his happiness that the Earl desired that you
should be near enough to him to see him frequently."

He did not think it would be discreet to repeat the exact words
the Earl had used, which were in fact neither polite nor amiable.

Mr. Havisham preferred to express his noble patron's offer in
smoother and more courteous language.

He had another slight shock when Mrs. Errol asked Mary to find
her little boy and bring him to her, and Mary told her where he
was.

"Sure I'll foind him aisy enough, ma'am," she said; "for it's
wid Mr. Hobbs he is this minnit, settin' on his high shtool by the
counther an' talkin' pollytics, most loikely, or enj'yin' hisself
among the soap an' candles an' pertaties, as sinsible an' shwate as
ye plase."

"Mr. Hobbs has known him all his life," Mrs. Errol said to the
lawyer. "He is very kind to Ceddie, and there is a great friendship
between them."

Remembering the glimpse he had caught of the store as he passed
it, and having a recollection of the barrels of potatoes and apples
and the various odds and ends, Mr. Havisham felt his doubts arise
again. In England, gentlemen's sons did not make friends of
grocerymen, and it seemed to him a rather singular proceeding. It
would be very awkward if the child had bad manners and a disposition
to like low company. One of the bitterest humiliations of the old
Earl's life had been that his two elder sons had been fond of low
company. Could it be, he thought, that this boy shared their bad
qualities instead of his father's good qualities?

He was thinking uneasily about this as he talked to Mrs. Errol
until the child came into the room. When the door opened, he
actually hesitated a moment before looking at Cedric. It would,
perhaps, have seemed very queer to a great many people who knew him,
if they could have known the curious sensations that passed through
Mr. Havisham when he looked down at the boy, who ran into his
mother's arms. He experienced a revulsion of feeling which was quite
exciting. He recognized in an instant that here was one of the
finest and handsomest little fellows he had ever seen.

His beauty was something unusual. He had a strong, lithe,
graceful little body and a manly little face; he held his childish
head up, and carried himself with a brave air; he was so like his
father that it was really startling; he had his father's golden hair
and his mother's brown eyes, but there was nothing sorrowful or timid
in them. They were innocently fearless eyes; he looked as if he had
never feared or doubted anything in his life.

"He is the best-bred-looking and handsomest little fellow I ever
saw," was what Mr. Havisham thought. What he said aloud was simply,
"And so this is little Lord Fauntleroy."

And, after this, the more he saw of little Lord Fauntleroy, the
more of a surprise he found him. He knew very little about children,
though he had seen plenty of them in England--fine, handsome, rosy
girls and boys, who were strictly taken care of by their tutors and
governesses, and who were sometimes shy, and sometimes a trifle
boisterous, but never very interesting to a ceremonious, rigid old
lawyer. Perhaps his personal interest in little Lord Fauntleroy's
fortunes made him notice Ceddie more than he had noticed other
children; but, however that was, he certainly found himself noticing
him a great deal.

Cedric did not know he was being observed, and he only behaved
himself in his ordinary manner. He shook hands with Mr. Havisham in
his friendly way when they were introduced to each other, and he
answered all his questions with the unhesitating readiness with which
he answered Mr. Hobbs. He was neither shy nor bold, and when Mr.
Havisham was talking to his mother, the lawyer noticed that he
listened to the conversation with as much interest as if he had been
quite grown up.

"He seems to be a very mature little fellow," Mr. Havisham said
to the mother.

"I think he is, in some things," she answered. "He has always
been very quick to learn, and he has lived a great deal with grownup
people. He has a funny little habit of using long words and
expressions he has read in books, or has heard others use, but he is
very fond of childish play. I think he is rather clever, but he is a
very boyish little boy, sometimes."

The next time Mr. Havisham met him, he saw that this last was
quite true. As his coupe turned the corner, he caught sight of a
group of small boys, who were evidently much excited. Two of them
were about to run a race, and one of them was his young lordship, and
he was shouting and making as much noise as the noisiest of his
companions. He stood side by side with another boy, one little red
leg advanced a step.

"One, to make ready!" yelled the starter. "Two, to be steady.
Three--and away!"

Mr. Havisham found himself leaning out of the window of his
coupe with a curious feeling of interest. He really never remembered
having seen anything quite like the way in which his lordship's
lordly little red legs flew up behind his knickerbockers and tore
over the ground as he shot out in the race at the signal word. He
shut his small hands and set his face against the wind; his bright
hair streamed out behind.

"Hooray, Ced Errol!" all the boys shouted, dancing and shrieking
with excitement. "Hooray, Billy Williams! Hooray, Ceddie! Hooray,
Billy! Hooray! 'Ray! 'Ray!"

"I really believe he is going to win," said Mr. Havisham. The
way in which the red legs flew and flashed up and down, the shrieks
of the boys, the wild efforts of Billy Williams, whose brown legs
were not to be despised, as they followed closely in the rear of the
red legs, made him feel some excitement. "I really--I really can't
help hoping he will win!" he said, with an apologetic sort of cough.
At that moment, the wildest yell of all went up from the dancing,
hopping boys. With one last frantic leap the future Earl of
Dorincourt had reached the lamp-post at the end of the block and
touched it, just two seconds before Billy Williams flung himself at
it, panting.

"Three cheers for Ceddie Errol!" yelled the little boys.
"Hooray for Ceddie Errol!"

Mr. Havisham drew his head in at the window of his coupe and
leaned back with a dry smile.

"Bravo, Lord Fauntleroy!" he said.

As his carriage stopped before the door of Mrs. Errol's house,
the victor and the vanquished were coming toward it, attended by the
clamoring crew. Cedric walked by Billy Williams and was speaking to
him. His elated little face was very red, his curls clung to his
hot, moist forehead, his hands were in his pockets.

"You see," he was saying, evidently with the intention of making
defeat easy for his unsuccessful rival, "I guess I won because my
legs are a little longer than yours. I guess that was it. You see,
I'm three days older than you, and that gives me a 'vantage. I'm
three days older."

And this view of the case seemed to cheer Billy Williams so much
that he began to smile on the world again, and felt able to swagger a
little, almost as if he had won the race instead of losing it.
Somehow, Ceddie Errol had a way of making people feel comfortable.
Even in the first flush of his triumphs, he remembered that the
person who was beaten might not feel so gay as he did, and might like
to think that he might have been the winner under different
circumstances.

That morning Mr. Havisham had quite a long conversation with the
winner of the race--a conversation which made him smile his dry
smile, and rub his chin with his bony hand several times.

Mrs. Errol had been called out of the parlor, and the lawyer and
Cedric were left together. At first Mr. Havisham wondered what he
should say to his small companion. He had an idea that perhaps it
would be best to say several things which might prepare Cedric for
meeting his grandfather, and, perhaps, for the great change that was
to come to him. He could see that Cedric had not the least idea of
the sort of thing he was to see when he reached England, or of the
sort of home that waited for him there. He did not even know yet
that his mother was not to live in the same house with him. They had
thought it best to let him get over the first shock before telling
him.

Mr. Havisham sat in an arm-chair on one side of the open window;
on the other side was another still larger chair, and Cedric sat in
that and looked at Mr. Havisham. He sat well back in the depths of
his big seat, his curly head against the cushioned back, his legs
crossed, and his hands thrust deep into his pockets, in a quite Mr.
Hobbs-like way. He had been watching Mr. Havisham very steadily when
his mamma had been in the room, and after she was gone he still
looked at him in respectful thoughtfulness. There was a short
silence after Mrs. Errol went out, and Cedric seemed to be studying
Mr. Havisham, and Mr. Havisham was certainly studying Cedric. He
could not make up his mind as to what an elderly gentleman should say
to a little boy who won races, and wore short knickerbockers and red
stockings on legs which were not long enough to hang over a big chair
when he sat well back in it.

But Cedric relieved him by suddenly beginning the conversation
himself.

"Do you know," he said, "I don't know what an earl is?"

"Don't you?" said Mr. Havisham.

"No," replied Ceddie. "And I think when a boy is going to be
one, he ought to know. Don't you?"

"Well--yes," answered Mr. Havisham.

"Would you mind," said Ceddie respectfully--"would you mind
'splaining it to me?" (Sometimes when he used his long words he did
not pronounce them quite correctly.) "What made him an earl?"

"A king or queen, in the first place," said Mr. Havisham.
"Generally, he is made an earl because he has done some service to
his sovereign, or some great deed."

"Oh!" said Cedric; "that's like the President."

"Is it?" said Mr. Havisham. "Is that why your presidents are
elected?"

"Yes," answered Ceddie cheerfully. "When a man is very good and
knows a great deal, he is elected president. They have torch-light
processions and bands, and everybody makes speeches. I used to think
I might perhaps be a president, but I never thought of being an earl.
I didn't know about earls," he said, rather hastily, lest Mr.
Havisham might feel it impolite in him not to have wished to be
one,--"if I'd known about them, I dare say I should have thought I
should like to be one"

"It is rather different from being a president," said Mr.
Havisham.

"Is it?" asked Cedric. "How? Are there no torch-light
processions?"

Mr. Havisham crossed his own legs and put the tips of his
fingers carefully together. He thought perhaps the time had come to
explain matters rather more clearly.

"An earl is--is a very important person," he began.

"So is a president!" put in Ceddie. "The torch-light
processions are five miles long, and they shoot up rockets, and the
band plays! Mr. Hobbs took me to see them."

"An earl," Mr. Havisham went on, feeling rather uncertain of his
ground, "is frequently of very ancient lineage----"

"What's that?" asked Ceddie.

"Of very old family--extremely old."

"Ah!" said Cedric, thrusting his hands deeper into his pockets.
"I suppose that is the way with the apple-woman near the park. I
dare say she is of ancient lin-lenage. She is so old it would
surprise you how she can stand up. She's a hundred, I should think,
and yet she is out there when it rains, even. I'm sorry for her, and
so are the other boys. Billy Williams once had nearly a dollar, and
I asked him to buy five cents' worth of apples from her every day
until he had spent it all. That made twenty days, and he grew tired
of apples after a week; but then--it was quite fortunate--a gentleman
gave me fifty cents and I bought apples from her instead. You feel
sorry for any one that's so poor and has such ancient lin-lenage.
She says hers has gone into her bones and the rain makes it
worse."

Mr. Havisham felt rather at a loss as he looked at his
companion's innocent, serious little face.

"I am afraid you did not quite understand me," he explained.
"When I said `ancient lineage' I did not mean old age; I meant that
the name of such a family has been known in the world a long time;
perhaps for hundreds of years persons bearing that name have been
known and spoken of in the history of their country."

"Like George Washington," said Ceddie. "I've heard of him ever
since I was born, and he was known about, long before that. Mr.
Hobbs says he will never be forgotten. That's because of the
Declaration of Independence, you know, and the Fourth of July. You
see, he was a very brave man."

"The first Earl of Dorincourt," said Mr. Havisham solemnly, "was
created an earl four hundred years ago."

"Well, well!" said Ceddie. "That was a long time ago! Did you
tell Dearest that? It would int'rust her very much. We'll tell her
when she comes in. She always likes to hear cur'us things. What
else does an earl do besides being created?"

"A great many of them have helped to govern England. Some of
them have been brave men and have fought in great battles in the old
days."

"I should like to do that myself," said Cedric. "My papa was a
soldier, and he was a very brave man--as brave as George Washington.
Perhaps that was because he would have been an earl if he hadn't
died. I am glad earls are brave. That's a great 'vantage--to be a
brave man. Once I used to be rather afraid of things--in the dark,
you know; but when I thought about the soldiers in the Revolution and
George Washington--it cured me."

"There is another advantage in being an earl, sometimes," said
Mr. Havisham slowly, and he fixed his shrewd eyes on the little boy
with a rather curious expression. "Some earls have a great deal of
money."

He was curious because he wondered if his young friend knew what
the power of money was.

"That's a good thing to have," said Ceddie innocently. "I wish
I had a great deal of money."

"Do you?" said Mr. Havisham. "And why?"

"Well," explained Cedric, "there are so many things a person can
do with money. You see, there's the apple-woman. If I were very
rich I should buy her a little tent to put her stall in, and a little
stove, and then I should give her a dollar every morning it rained,
so that she could afford to stay at home. And then--oh! I'd give
her a shawl. And, you see, her bones wouldn't feel so badly. Her
bones are not like our bones; they hurt her when she moves. It's
very painful when your bones hurt you. If I were rich enough to do
all those things for her, I guess her bones would be all right."

"Ahem!" said Mr. Havisham. "And what else would you do if you
were rich?"

"Oh! I'd do a great many things. Of course I should buy
Dearest all sorts of beautiful things, needle-books and fans and gold
thimbles and rings, and an encyclopedia, and a carriage, so that she
needn't have to wait for the street-cars. If she liked pink silk
dresses, I should buy her some, but she likes black best. But I'd,
take her to the big stores, and tell her to look 'round and choose
for herself. And then Dick----"

"Who is Dick?" asked Mr. Havisham.

"Dick is a boot-black," said his young; lordship, quite warming
up in his interest in plans so exciting. "He is one of the nicest
boot-blacks you ever knew. He stands at the corner of a street
down-town. I've known him for years. Once when I was very little, I
was walking out with Dearest, and she bought me a beautiful ball that
bounced, and I was carrying it and it bounced into the middle of the
street where the carriages and horses were, and I was so
disappointed, I began to cry--I was very little. I had kilts on.
And Dick was blacking a man's shoes, and he said `Hello!' and he ran
in between the horses and caught the ball for me and wiped it off
with his coat and gave it to me and said, `It's all right, young un.'
So Dearest admired him very much, and so did I, and ever since then,
when we go down-town, we talk to him. He says `Hello!' and I say
`Hello!' and then we talk a little, and he tells me how trade is.
It's been bad lately."

"And what would you like to do for him?" inquired the lawyer,
rubbing his chin and smiling a queer smile.

"Well," said Lord Fauntleroy, settling himself in his chair with
a business air, "I'd buy Jake out."

"And who is Jake?" Mr. Havisham asked.

"He's Dick's partner, and he is the worst partner a fellow could
have! Dick says so. He isn't a credit to the business, and he isn't
square. He cheats, and that makes Dick mad. It would make you mad,
you know, if you were blacking boots as hard as you could, and being
square all the time, and your partner wasn't square at all. People
like Dick, but they don't like Jake, and so sometimes they don't come
twice. So if I were rich, I'd buy Jake out and get Dick a `boss'
sign--he says a `boss' sign goes a long way; and I'd get him some new
clothes and new brushes, and start him out fair. He says all he
wants is to start out fair."

There could have been nothing more confiding and innocent than
the way in which his small lordship told his little story, quoting
his friend Dick's bits of slang in the most candid good faith. He
seemed to feel not a shade of a doubt that his elderly companion
would be just as interested as he was himself. And in truth Mr.
Havisham was beginning to be greatly interested; but perhaps not
quite so much in Dick and the apple-woman as in this kind little
lordling, whose curly head was so busy, under its yellow thatch, with
good-natured plans for his friends, and who seemed somehow to have
forgotten himself altogether.

"Is there anything----" he began. "What would you get for
yourself, if you were rich?"

"Lots of things!" answered Lord Fauntleroy briskly; "but first
I'd give Mary some money for Bridget--that's her sister, with twelve
children, and a husband out of work. She comes here and cries, and
Dearest gives her things in a basket, and then she cries again, and
says: `Blessin's be on yez, for a beautiful lady.' And I think Mr.
Hobbs would like a gold watch and chain to remember me by, and a
meerschaum pipe. And then I'd like to get up a company."

"A company!" exclaimed Mr. Havisham.

"Like a Republican rally," explained Cedric, becoming quite
excited. "I'd have torches and uniforms and things for all the boys
and myself, too. And we'd march, you know, and drill. That's what I
should like for myself, if I were rich."

The door opened and Mrs. Errol came in.

"I am sorry to have been obliged to leave you so long," she said
to Mr. Havisham; "but a poor woman, who is in great trouble, came to
see me."

"This young gentleman," said Mr. Havisham, "has been telling me
about some of his friends, and what he would do for them if he were
rich."

"Bridget is one of his friends," said Mrs. Errol; "and it is
Bridget to whom I have been talking in the kitchen. She is in great
trouble now because her husband has rheumatic fever."

Cedric slipped down out of his big chair.

"I think I'll go and see her," he said, "and ask her how he is.
He's a nice man when he is well. I'm obliged to him because he once
made me a sword out of wood. He's a very talented man."

He ran out of the room, and Mr. Havisham rose from his chair.
He seemed to have something in his mind which he wished to speak
of.

He hesitated a moment, and then said, looking down at Mrs.
Errol:

"Before I left Dorincourt Castle, I had an interview with the
Earl, in which he gave me some instructions. He is desirous that his
grandson should look forward with some pleasure to his future life in
England, and also to his acquaintance with himself. He said that I
must let his lordship know that the change in his life would bring
him money and the pleasures children enjoy; if he expressed any
wishes, I was to gratify them, and to tell him that his grand-father
had given him what he wished. I am aware that the Earl did not
expect anything quite like this; but if it would give Lord Fauntleroy
pleasure to assist this poor woman, I should feel that the Earl would
be displeased if he were not gratified."

For the second time, he did not repeat the Earl's exact words.
His lordship had, indeed, said:

"Make the lad understand that I can give him anything he wants.
Let him know what it is to be the grandson of the Earl of Dorincourt.
Buy him everything he takes a fancy to; let him have money in his
pockets, and tell him his grandfather put it there."

His motives were far from being good, and if he had been dealing
with a nature less affectionate and warm-hearted than little Lord
Fauntleroy's, great harm might have been done. And Cedric's mother
was too gentle to suspect any harm. She thought that perhaps this
meant that a lonely, unhappy old man, whose children were dead,
wished to be kind to her little boy, and win his love and confidence.
And it pleased her very much to think that Ceddie would be able to
help Bridget. It made her happier to know that the very first result
of the strange fortune which had befallen her little boy was that he
could do kind things for those who needed kindness. Quite a warm
color bloomed on her pretty young face.

"Oh!" she said, "that was very kind of the Earl; Cedric will be
so glad! He has always been fond of Bridget and Michael. They are
quite deserving. I have often wished I had been able to help them
more. Michael is a hard-working man when he is well, but he has been
ill a long time and needs expensive medicines and warm clothing and
nourishing food. He and Bridget will not be wasteful of what is
given them."

Mr. Havisham put his thin hand in his breast pocket and drew
forth a large pocket-book. There was a queer look in his keen face.
The truth was, he was wondering what the Earl of Dorincourt would say
when he was told what was the first wish of his grandson that had
been granted. He wondered what the cross, worldly, selfish old
nobleman would think of it.

"I do not know that you have realized," he said, "that the Earl
of Dorincourt is an exceedingly rich man. He can afford to gratify
any caprice. I think it would please him to know that Lord
Fauntleroy had been indulged in any fancy. If you will call him back
and allow me, I shall give him five pounds for these people."

"That would be twenty-five dollars!" exclaimed Mrs. Errol. "It
will seem like wealth to them. "I can scarcely believe that it is
true."

"It is quite true," said Mr. Havisham, with his dry smile. "A
great change has taken place in your son's life, a great deal of
power will lie in his hands."

"Oh!" cried his mother. "And he is such a little boy--a very
little boy. How can I teach him to use it well? It makes me half
afraid. My pretty little Ceddie!"

The lawyer slightly cleared his throat. It touched his worldly,
hard old heart to see the tender, timid look in her brown eyes.

"I think, madam," he said, "that if I may judge from my
interview with Lord Fauntleroy this morning, the next Earl of
Dorincourt will think for others as well as for his noble self. He
is only a child yet, but I think he may be trusted."

Then his mother went for Cedric and brought him back into the
parlor. Mr. Havisham heard him talking before he entered the
room.

"It's infam-natory rheumatism," he was saying, "and that's a
kind of rheumatism that's dreadful. And he thinks about the rent not
being paid, and Bridget says that makes the inf'ammation worse. And
Pat could get a place in a store if he had some clothes."

His little face looked quite anxious when he came in. He was
very sorry for Bridget.

"Dearest said you wanted me," he said to Mr. Havisham. "I've
been talking to Bridget."

Mr. Havisham looked down at him a moment. He felt a little
awkward and undecided. As Cedric's mother had said, he was a very
little boy.

"The Earl of Dorincourt----" he began, and then he glanced
involuntarily at Mrs. Errol.

Little Lord Fauntleroy's mother suddenly kneeled down by him and
put both her tender arms around his childish body.

"Ceddie," she said, "the Earl is your grandpapa, your own papa's
father. He is very, very kind, and he loves you and wishes you to
love him, because the sons who were his little boys are dead. He
wishes you to be happy and to make other people happy. He is very
rich, and he wishes you to have everything you would like to have.
He told Mr. Havisham so, and gave him a great deal of money for you.
You can give some to Bridget now; enough to pay her rent and buy
Michael everything. Isn't that fine, Ceddie? Isn't he good?" And
she kissed the child on his round cheek, where the bright color
suddenly flashed up in his excited amazement.

He looked from his mother to Mr. Havisham.

"Can I have it now?" he cried. "Can I give it to her this
minute? She's just going."

Mr. Havisham handed him the money. It was in fresh, clean
greenbacks and made a neat roll.

Ceddie flew out of the room with it.

"Bridget!" they heard him shout, as he tore into the kitchen.
"Bridget, wait a minute! Here's some money. It's for you, and you
can pay the rent. My grandpapa gave it to me. It's for you and
Michael!"

"Oh, Master Ceddie!" cried Bridget, in an awe-stricken voice.
"It's twinty-foive dollars is here. Where be's the misthress?"

"I think I shall have to go and explain it to her," Mrs. Errol
said.

So she, too, went out of the room and Mr. Havisham was left
alone for a while. He went to the window and stood looking out into
the street reflectively. He was thinking of the old Earl of
Dorincourt, sitting in his great, splendid, gloomy library at the
castle, gouty and lonely, surrounded by grandeur and luxury, but not
really loved by any one, because in all his long life he had never
really loved any one but himself; he had been selfish and
self-indulgent and arrogant and passionate; he had cared so much for
the Earl of Dorincourt and his pleasures that there had been no time
for him to think of other people; all his wealth and power, all the
benefits from his noble name and high rank, had seemed to him to be
things only to be used to amuse and give pleasure to the Earl of
Dorincourt; and now that he was an old man, all this excitement and
self-indulgence had only brought him ill health and irritability and
a dislike of the world, which certainly disliked him. In spite of
all his splendor, there was never a more unpopular old nobleman than
the Earl of Dorincourt, and there could scarcely have been a more
lonely one. He could fill his castle with guests if he chose. He
could give great dinners and splendid hunting parties; but he knew
that in secret the people who would accept his invitations were
afraid of his frowning old face and sarcastic, biting speeches. He
had a cruel tongue and a bitter nature, and he took pleasure in
sneering at people and making them feel uncomfortable, when he had
the power to do so, because they were sensitive or proud or timid.

Mr. Havisham knew his hard, fierce ways by heart, and he was
thinking of him as he looked out of the window into the narrow, quiet
street. And there rose in his mind, in sharp contrast, the picture
of the cheery, handsome little fellow sitting in the big chair and
telling his story of his friends, Dick and the apple-woman, in his
generous, innocent, honest way. And he thought of the immense
income, the beautiful, majestic estates, the wealth, and power for
good or evil, which in the course of time would lie in the small,
chubby hands little Lord Fauntleroy thrust so deep into his
pockets.

"It will make a great difference," he said to himself. "It will
make a great difference."

Cedric and his mother came back soon after. Cedric was in high
spirits. He sat down in his own chair, between his mother and the
lawyer, and fell into one of his quaint attitudes, with his hands on
his knees. He was glowing with enjoyment of Bridget's relief and
rapture.

"She cried!" he said. "She said she was crying for joy! I
never saw any one cry for joy before. My grandpapa must be a very
good man. I didn't know he was so good a man. It's more--more
agreeabler to be an earl than I thought it was. I'm almost glad--I'm
almost quite glad I'm going to be one."